Sonnets Of Cynicism

I had to write a set of sonnets for my shakespeare class and the teacher allowed me to do mine based on cynicism, this is one of the sonnets.

Don't get me started on my favourite candle;

I sit there for hours, dripping the wax down an old bottle,

Melted so far, it's dripped down the handle.

If it were to break, I would lose my throttle.

Not leaving my floor until it was together again,

You'd hate that candle, the wax getting more attention from me than anything or anyone.

For watching that candle gives me nothing but zen,

There's nothing more relaxing than watching it run.

Maybe this tea,

So warm in my chest

With the taste of Bergamont and honey;

I want to find the pot and pour the rest.

And if I were to love you, and you were to love me,

I just don't think I could love you as much as I love tea.

Reviews

[zainul]

Really a great "Sonnet Of Cynicism"
The last two lines give the wonderful verdict.
"And if I were to love you, and you were to love me,
I just don't think I could love you as much as I love tea."